felt, I just kept running I'm scared, scared away from death No way, not just yet Scared to death and back Field trip to Hell No slips to sign and
(feat. Slim Thug, Trae) [Chamillionaire] My life My life, really feelin hard times Lookin out my window, holdin my weapon like Malcolm X and And it
no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook There ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look
, takes life Back to the start, talk of the part When the earth was cold as ice Total dismay as the sun passed away And the days where black as night
Scared to death and scared to look (hes just a shook one) They shook... cause aint no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to
loyal, my habits became lavish Dreams of new n devis Pub deals and known mastives And my home boys, aid my conditions I made ? managers, execs and assistance And
't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared
Follow the leader through the streets of death Piece the bits together till you come up wit' atleast a brick Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back
to himself, quiet as kept With a coldness in his eyes that will scare you to death I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave Motherfucker, I stayed contemplating about my last and
rock on and Big L, rock rock on and Freaky Tah rock rock on and Jerome Green, rock rock on and Slang Ton, rock rock on and We celebrate life
certainly gon' catch you Whoever special, you will be left hurt This is the cold, harshness of life Just when it unfolds your lucky to grow old, life and death
the realm in which we dwell, its "Puncture necks and multiply" Imagine the madness, the return of the Jew from Nazareth The hunter and the hunted, the colonizing and
And the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake love The court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace and club While niggas is still beefin and tradin
They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul
in his jeans And watch the white shirt study the scene, I mean Gang bangin' ain't go' never cease As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and
better mob up It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics And pumps and pull the triggers And make some niggas look acrobatic I was cold but
'a take a life quick as i take a breath,and i aint acceptin this bullshit im livin just like i aint acceptin death, took a steps and left you son of a